Dear Lauren,

             While viewing your spring 2008 collection, I was instantly challenged by the New Year's resolution I made to be less of a grade gAy bitch. It's only February and you're making it hard for me L.C. I had to pray to Santa Anna Wintour at least three times before I got through your look book. What would she do in this situation? It's a question I ask myself on a daily basis. It's why I now wear sunglasses on the toilet.

My point is, you created something—for better or worse-and I'm torn; do I take this prime opportunity to ridicule you and your designs, as so many people have, or do I take the high road? Because the former is too easy and the latter is pretty much impossible, constructive criticism seems the best way to go.

The clothing: It looks like Rachel Pally for Target, which isn't a bad thing, if it weren't for...

The price tag: $145 for a generic jersey tent dress that looks like it would fall apart after one wash is ridiculous. Did you think about your demographic at all? You should have started out by designing a line for Forever 21 or Charlotte Russe.

The design names: Naming them after your friends comes across sort of childish, like you're naming stuffed animals or a teacup Chihuahua. Naming something slutty like a fishnet thong "The Heidi" would have made it bearable.   

In conclusion, keep your  dress form up, your muslin fabric handy, and remember: Today is where your look book begins, the rest is still undesigned.

Sincerely,

M.L.

I’m shocked that there hasn’t been more hoopla following Swedish pop star/blog sensation Robyn’s first-ever L.A. show at the Troubadour recently.

A two-hit wonder here in the U.S. back in 1997, she wised up and went fully independent in 2005. It’s been chart-topping hits across Europe and an abundance of online love from geeked-out American music bloggers eager to crown her the world’s preeminent pop princess ever since.

Robyn more than delivered on the hype when she whipped a sold-out Troubadour into a big beat love-fest. From the moment she hit the stage, it was dance party L.A. up in there. Here's my favorite of the series of pics I snapped at the show.

From my vantage point, I felt like one of the very few straight guys in the house, and there were a lot of guys in the place (including Perez Hilton and MMX friend Jeremy Scott).

When Robyn dropped electro banger “Konichiwa B*tches,” the party really jumped off, with the crowd screaming every line of the song louder than ol’ girl’s microphone. She seemed genuinely surprised that the audience was so on point lyrically.

So y’all want to know how to save the music industry? Invest in good artists—like Robyn. She’s got mad style, killer songs, can actually sing, and if left to her own devices, is more than capable of being large like Gwen Stefani. It’s so not rocket science. But don’t get it twisted: truly great artists are very hard to find…

P.S. We're pleased to report that the music gods (and my trusty T1 connection) smiled on me this morning with a totally sweet seat for the "Glow in the Dark" show that I won't shut up about. Until now. Not another word. Promise. 

—Scott T. Sterling 

As you might remember, Kanye West made my Black History Month by announcing the (assumes dramatic movie trailer voice): Best.Tour.Ever! Starring Kanye West, N.E.R.D., Lupe Fiasco, and special guest Rihanna! Cue big dramatic explosions and laser sounds. 

Anyway, a second show was just added, and tickets are going on sale, like, now. So I have to don my best digital secret agent mask (OK, there's a cape involved, too) and do battle with the internets for a good seat. Wish me luck! In the meantime, please enjoy this Rihanna moment, taken from the set of her "Umbrella" video. You're welcome.

—Scott T. Sterling